“—Pardon! I do NOT choose losers, my dear other quarter! As much as it pains me, I must INSIST you reinstate @sonicheartsrp as the true winner!”
DON’T make him ahegao again!
“Just like mother used to make...”
He dabs at his eyes, blowing his nose into a corner of her dress.
“—I cannot place a score on such artistry! I hereby declare Heather the winner of this Helliday Soiree baking competition...!”
Eats cake like cookie monster, crumbs flying.
New Orleans, and its sold around Christmas time there so... Why not, right?"
She put her hands behind her back, squeezing them tight but hoping to hide how anxious she was for his reaction.